Stepping across a parched threshold onto the empty forum page, dust motes spiralled away from each finger as the baked electric air drove a wall of broken heat across the screen. Outside, the keening breeze roiled the land, tumbleweed dancing in its grip...
I'd be interested in your view of how it was in the sixties, John, it might provide an impetus for those who read the forum to contribute their thoughts on what the estate has become. Many recognise that things have changed and decry the loss of community but there appears little will to reshape it. I wonder perhaps whether the focus of modern living itself has brought about a 'closed door' mentality, where once you arrive home after work, it's a case of plonk down in front of the telly for a couple of hours before hitting the sack.
Curiously given it's location, it isn't very well connected to any local social scene (mainly because there isn't one, being literally surrounded by offices) and the square is pretty much empty apart from the usual crew kicking a ball back and forth against the fence, hour after hour.
As an experiment to break this sense of isolation I'd like to see local traders invited onto the estate one weekend plying their trade; the focus of business to tenants strikes me as a profitable one and it would get people out of their flats.